Spring has finally arrived, and with it, my all time love. He puts a smile on my face, and I feel seen, heard, validated, in the way I always do when we meet.
I will not act on this, I don't think there is any need to. Our train passed the station a long time ago and for whatever reason we never got on it.
It is simply good to find that I can still fall stupidly in love, that my heart is not broken for ever, that things are fixable.
The fact that I have fallen in love before does not mean my quota of bliss has been spent. Past performance is a guarantee of future income.
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